A Mockery

Imbolc and the Wolf Moon

Tuesday gratefuls: Good eyes. Glaucoma not advancing, good pressures. A life by the numbers. PSA, too. House cleaners, good ones. A bit more expensive. Kate’s better days. Rigel & Kep. Gertie. Ruth, award winning doggie intensive care nurse. Jon and Joe. Good sons.

Ophthalmologist (I spelled it right the first time! Try it yourself. It’s a hard one.) Visual field test to see if glaucoma has stolen any vision. Nope. Pressures 11 and 12. Very good. The eye has some oddly named structures. The meibomian gland. The canal of Schlemm. Buber’s space. The things you learn while waiting for the doc.

Back to Dr. Repine. As I mentioned, I’m on a deep losing streak with medical professionals. Five of the ones I see (saw) regularly have retired, quit the practice I use, or moved. Including, oddly, one who moved, sent me a letter saying she enjoyed taking care of me, but I’d never had an opportunity to meet her. Weird times. Covid times. Brad Gustave, the doc who did my cataract surgery last September moved back home to North Carolina, to be near family.

Workout yesterday then the drive to Littleton to Corneal Consultants. House cleaners, new ones. Takes adjusting. Neither of us likes having folks in our house that we don’t know, but neither of us want to clean the house either. So…

Ground hog day. Here’s the link for Punxsutawney Phil, the seer of seers. Six more weeks of winter. Better be here in the Rockies. March and April are our snowiest months and we need the precipitation.

Kate’s day took a dive during breakfast. Nausea. This symptom is the one that sends her back to bed often. She also has that slight, 99 degree, Sjogren’s flare fever. Hard to parse what’s making her uncomfortable. Gets really old.

Later on I’m going to Advanced Wound Care. It’s a ways away in Wheatridge. I’ll pick up some more of the special bandages that Amber makes for Kate’s stoma site. The site wound is looking better and better, but Amber says we won’t clear it up, make it look like the rest of the skin on her stomach, until we stop the leaking permanently. Not yet.

Talked to the clan this morning. Family matters.

Diane, my San Francisco cousin, has agreed to take on brother Mark’s mail and mailing. It was a hassle I didn’t need. I live in the country and accessing the folks he likes to use, DHL, for example, is difficult for me. Plus, Covid.

We got a care package from the Mitzvah committee at Congregation Beth Evergreen. I think I mentioned it. Anyhow it included newsletter and student bloopers.

I’ll end today with a paragraph from a student at St. Paul’s School:

The government of England was a limited mockery. Henry VIII found walking difficult because he had an abbess on his knee. Queen Elizabeth was the “Virgin Queen.” As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops, they all shouted, “Hurrah.” Then her navy went out and defeated the Spanish Armadillo.

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